I took Sophie to the vet yesterday morning for her surgery appointment. She was getting spayed! Joyous occasion, I know. I was so nervous for the poor, little thing. After all, I have become quite attached to her. She was all happy and friendly with everyone in the office, having no idea what what was coming. Unbeknownst to her, I was leaving her there. For over 24 hours. Better that she not know.
The girl behind the front desk had me fill out a bunch of paperwork. One of the forms I signed was agreeing not to sue them if my dog died. Huh??? That freaked me out, to say the least. But after all was said and done, I was quite comfortable leaving her there. They said I could call around 4:00 PM to see how she was doing. Great! I had a whole day planned. I was going to super-clean my house…rugs and everything. Then I was going to make a really nice dinner and have a sexy night with my husband without a little creature whining at the door.
Notice my frequent use of the word, “was”….yeah, was. I received a phone call around 10:00 AM.
“Um, Mrs. Niles? We can’t do the surgery today because Sophie is in heat.”
What?? She’s only 6 months old! She hasn’t been acting any differently. She’s not moody or depressed. She doesn’t have any boyfriends dropping by. Come on!
So off I went, back to the vet’s to pick her up. No day of cleaning. No sexy night with my husband. I wasn’t too thrilled. Especially when the vet told me they would have to give me a new quote on the spay. Apparently, it’s more expensive after they’ve had their first heat. Of course it is. Wonderful.
Atleast I don’t have 25 male dogs hanging around my porch.
Yet.
by Shanon
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